Sooo—what if the self demeaning demon, buried alive deep within the subconscious portion of your brain, is the voice of repressed fear (of failure/abandonment) which, beginning in childhood, has unconsciously prodded you to excel beyond human endurance at everything you take on, and what if need to recreate a detailed account of the most terrifying experience of your youth proves necessary to igniting flashes of insight that will shine the spotlight of deeper truth upon sound reason for your adult sense of hindsight to consciously change your faulty self assessment for the better by shrinking your inner demon down to child-sized proportions rather than offering your guilt-ridden self assessment free rein to continue to disrupt your connection to inner peace by sucking your intelligence into the dark side of your mind where your subconscious misperception concerning the overwhelming depths of your undeserved guilt (born of a tongue lashing that proved much too harsh to match a small child’s misdemeanor) will escape your adult awareness for as long as your many-layered defensive wall of denial serves as a mental block that blinds your mind’s eye from identifying how often your misperceptive guilt-ridden subconscious reflections declare you to be more humanly imperfect than anyone else who has ever existed on planet earth? And if that demon is allowed to blindside your intelligence, repeatedly, then today’s insight into deeper truth turns the spotlight of hindsight upon this riddle: How often might your inner demon compel your self demeaning mindset to strive toward the impossibility of achieving perfection so single-mindedly as to injure yourself whenever your lack of self-awareness unknowingly bypasses common sense due to the fact that your concentration remains focused solely upon surpassing—not just the skill set of everyone else but—your own highly skilled accomplishments, which have already been achieved, though no level of self-improvement will satisfy your over-achiever’s subterranean mission to perfect whatever remains imperfect as long as your deeply competitive nature has not yet gained so much as a glimmet of a clue as to when your greatest foe (the demon within that lives and breathes and ties your intuitive connection to insight into tight, tension-filled knots) has commandeered control over every portion of your brain, suggesting that no one can ‘perfect’ the disruption of your inner peace as unnervingly as you prove to do, all by your tenacious single-minded self, and what if your perpetual affliction of harboring repressed frustration with life’s imperfections continues to create so much inner turmoil as to deny your power of intuitive thought the peaceful mental environment that’s necessary for the magic of your mind to awaken, each morning, with classic insights bubbling up that will not pop before they can be absorbed by the inner sanctum of your open-minded, sponge-like thought processor. And now that my intuitive powers have peaceably coached me to pen today’s insight-driven train of thought, concerning the fact that a storehouse of negatively focused frustration is submerged within the turbulent rapids of every person’s subconscious, including yours and mine, we can see how defensive mental blocks blind us from spotlighting the primary reason why your paucity of inner peace is run as ragged as had been true of mine—Geez! If life is short then how much longer will the unconscious portion of your brain feed your inner demon banquets of repressed frustration born of human imperfection thus re-energizing bouts of latent anxiety to arise, compelling your thought processor to run itself ragged on a wheel heading nowhere fast, like a gerbil in a cage that’s actually unlocked! I mean, seriously—though many loving hearts may encourage you to relax, no one can feed your gerbil soul-soothing pellets of positively focused, peaceful reflection but a newly undizzied, rebalanced, relaxed version of YOU! Hmmm ...
Hey—have I ever told you the story about my father and a hungry pair of gerbils running on wheels?
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